Started by whyemmdee, February 13, 2023, 04:13:41 PM
Quote from: Wastewide Sending by Sgt Rennik ColmesThis is Sergeant Colmes speaking. Earlier this week, it was brought to the attention of the Fourth Legion that the Thousand Clans were planning a hostile takeover of the Osmani Canal. War machines, siege engines, foul works of sorcery and alchemy, all t'be brought t'bear against our people.The combined forces of the Fourth Legion, the Banda Rossa and the Sisterhood of the Sibylline Vine put aside their differences to delve deep into the underground network of these howling orcs and bring an end to their workings, ensuring the continued safety of Ephia's Well. They are t'be applaudedShould the Legates seek a more thorough debriefing, I can be found within the Garrison fer a time. Live and drink.
QuoteKanon Hray 15th, IY 7787. The events of yesterday linger heavily in the minds of those involved, not yet fading from vision, yet somehow muggy, soft-edged. A dream. From the mercenary band's arrival and demand of Hephaestus of Banafsi ...... to the discovery of an active Qa'immi drone within the Well's walls, apparently broadcasting logistical information to the enemy, and the following execution of the infamous priestess Mari Blacke.A haze that only when observed directly, truly comes into view. There is worry amongst the citizens of the Well, of the growing number of threats beyond the borders, and within them.Iakmes, and the Thousand Clans preparing for war. Diakos, and his Broken Host performing profane rights throughout the desert. The Archon of Banafsi, and the Pretender King Hephaestus, given succor in the Well.And above it all, a spiders web of intrigue, of worry, of panic. Qa'im. Their arm is long, their influence seen by many in every machination, in every threat.
QuoteAnd then came excitement, focused on the Diplomatic Delegation sent to Il Modo, led by both Legates Marcellus and Domhnall. They were gone for some time, returning after their long journey with reports of them looking a mixture of tired, confused, and even some say - fearful.Full details of the situation are not known by many outside of the Pyramid, with only scattered whispers of their encounters and of the wonders of Il Modo.Accord sanctioned assaults on Iakmes' camps continue, though no full mobilisation of forces has, or perhaps ever will be, approved by the current administration. Though the orc chief seems content enough to stay within the lands of the Rampart...... many speak with worry about the Thousand Clans and their next move.Sightings of Sibilant forces, and of Diakos himself, seem to grow. Though many believe them simply to be misunderstood rumour, flights of fancy, or simple lies. However, again in recent days serpentine shapes have been seen, formed of crimson-green smoke, within the ash clouds.And throughout it all, the click-clack, tick-tock of Qa'immi sightings are whispered most fearfully in the days following the revelation of what many are scared is a very large, and very sophisticated network of spies within the Well...... while others consider these rumours to be nothing more than ignorance, turned to fear, turned to panic... threatening instability, if those grim feelings turn further, into violence.
QuoteKanon Hray 18th, IY 7787. A day of confusion, of bloodshed, and the rattling of sabres. The disappearance of two high profile citizens of the Well, who both incidentally shared the same office... Recluta 'Boots' and People's Magistrate 'Squeev', the latter of which it is said was found.....though found beaten and bloody, in the Gutters. The Janissary scramble to investigate. Boots, however, is yet to be found. The Banda Rossa grow more and more concerned..The arrival of strange dignitaries from Baz'eel, the whispers of a murdered clockmaker, the Well seems as a dry tinder in the wake of the death of Mari Blacke, awaiting a spark...
QuoteInteresting times are surely ahead for Ephia's Well; rumors spread that an election is soon to begin for the seat currently held by Legate Marcellus Saenus. Prospective candidates flock to their Leagues and supporters, eager to curry the favor of both their patrons and the masses, beginning a five-day primary.And so it beginsThe announcement does not come as a surprise, but regardless the Leagues are a sudden flurry of activity. Officials, attache, voters, deal-makers, influential members large and small take to the streets...The fight for the Second Seat, currently held by Legate Marcellus Saenus, is said to likely be a great battle. Though no League are yet to pick their official candidates, the streets have been awash with rumour in weeks past...19th of Kanon Hray. The Time when All Doors are Opened, so the auspices for the month go. Yet so many cry out that they have been barred. That the business of governance happens behind lock and key. That their Voices are not heard. Ad hoc assemblies have been called that end in discontent.In this time of uncertainty and great promise, there is still a lingering feeling of concern... these past few weeks have been fraught with danger, within and without. Murders, trials, riots. Diplomatic missions... what platform will the Candidates pick to fight upon?Individuals of each league bustle to their halls, where candidates and constituents shuffle themselves behind closed doors. The Voiced are eager to hear the campaigns of their candidates, and the Well lights up with activity.Already the first candidates have taken their petitions. Of Marcellus, the sitting Legate. Of Eamon, an up and comer of the League of Gold. Of the League of White, none yet step up. Who will rise to the occasion..?The first evening of the Primaries rolls on, the League offices awash with petitioners, and lively discussion and debate, at least amongst the Leagues of Gold and White. The League of Purple office is remarkably quiet...
Quote from: Legate Domhnall GuivarchWe greet warmly the new season of elections and celebrate the liberties afforded to the Voiced of the Well. In these great days of debate, deliberation, and excitement, let us not forget the dispossessed, the Voiceless masses who teem in great throngs in this, our home.For liberty is merely privilege extended unless enjoyed by one and all, and the system of popular government we enjoy belongs to everyone, not merely the wealthy and powerful. Do not forget them, for I say that if the lot of us should vanish, they will persist. But if they should so much as shrug...All of this shall vanish. Regard warmly and with due respect the slumbering giant upon whose shoulders rest your works and ambitions.
QuoteAnd then a great light, pure and true, shines up from the Isle of Banafsi. So bright that even those far away, upon the Plaza of Ephia's Well can behold its glory. Lighting up the night's sky, occluding the stars. Pure sunlight, shining against the dark.
Quote from: "Legate Marcellus Saenus"Many of my opponents speak proudly of what they would do, or what they intend to do, yet can you truly say that they could stand up to the same challenges that I did? Many dangers, and many threats, throwm against us, and every time I stood up to face them, and guided our Well.Even now, at the end of my second Term, our treasury is healthier than it ever was before, and this is after a period of disaster and loss that I cannot recall before, in the Well's History. On my very first day I was told that we had nothing..We were faced by strife, and challenges I ccould never imagine. And today, I can finally see our Well grow. A vote for Purple, is a vote for Stability, Safety and Growth, from a Man who has worked tirelessly for Ephia and its people.
QuoteA deep glow from the Island of Banafsi, fires still burning even now. Word carries quickly. Hephaestus of Banafsi and General Diocles have made landing upon the island, and raised a revolt against the rule of the Archonate. For now the details remain just that, hazy and inconclusive.. Some say the Archon is now dead, and Hephaestus crowned as King in her stead. Some say the revolt failed, that it was snuffed out at the very moment it sparked. Other, more sober figures, suggest that the tale is not ended, and the Island of Banafsi is now engulfed in a fratricidal war, the type which does not end quickly or cleanly. Instead, resolving only when families are emptied of children, and friends turned into the bitterest of foes. Civil War. Confusion reigns tonight. Eyes towards the dying embers of the night's flames, darkly. Kanon Hray 22. IY 7787. Liberation Day. The route to Banafsi is now closed.